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Once every fall as long as
we can remember our Father, Bob Godreau,
would take us hiking up Blue Mountain.
Memories of Blue Mountain
The smell of the crisp AUTUMN air.
Cruising down the Blue Mountain Road in the back of the “Old Gray
Ghost” with all of our borthers, sisters, and half the town.
The taste of ice cold spring water at our usual stop “The Bathtub”
before starting our big adventure.
The sound of crunching leaves beneath our feet as we walk the foot of
the Mountain and make our annual visit to the cabin.
The hunt for just the right size stick to aide us with the big climb
Everyone trying to stay in the lead with anticipation of reaching the
The clear view of the blue, blue sky through the trees as we huff and
puff our way to finally seeing blue Mountains’ most famous landmark
Gathering at the foot of the tower for Dad to hand out our usual
Mountain Dew and Hershey bar.
Climbing the tower in groups of four, the wind getting stronger as we
reach the top to view the most amazing sight.
Dad pointing out all the sights from the tower. Lake Ozonia, The St.
Lawrence River, Cat Hill, etc.
After everyone had their turn on the tower we would head to the rock
ledges to see the view from there.
The strong WIND blowing through our hair.
Testing our strength to see if maybe just maybe we could push the
balancing boulder off the mountain.
Trying to walk not run down the mountain.
Shaky legs at the bottom.
One more stop at the bathtub to fill our empty soda cans with ice cold
spring water for the ride home.
THE REWARD FOR CONQUERING THE MOUNTAIN WAS BEING IN “THE TOWER”, ON TOP
OF THE WORLD LOOKING OUT AT A COLORFUL CARPET OF BEAUTY THAT SEEMED TO
GO ON FOREVER.
We are still keeping this family tradition. Every fall all seven of us
along with our spouses and children pick a weekend and hike up the
mountian. It would be great to have the tower open and share this part
of the traidtion with our children.
Written by Sherilyn Godreau and Karen Godreau Pondysh